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As soon as Lufan returned to Qingyang Academy, Duanmu Xue and the others eagerly urged Huang Lao to quickly treat Lufan's injuries.
Everyone had noticed that just from walking back through the city gate to Qingyang Academy, Lufan's complexion had worsened significantly, clearly indicating that his internal injuries were deteriorating.
Huang Lao did not delay any longer and began to examine Lufan's condition.
The two sat facing each other. Huang Lao extended two fingers and placed them on Lufan's pulse. Then, a gentle and delicate flow of Primordial Energy seeped through the Meridian into Lufan's body, starting to assess the extent of the damage to his Meridian.
Huang Lao was an Alchemist Master, so he was naturally skilled in healing.
Lufan remained calm, controlling the limited Inner Strength within him to avoid accidentally extinguishing that thread of Primordial Energy.
The others remained cautiously silent, afraid of disturbing Huang Lao.
After a long time, Huang Lao carefully controlled that thread of Primordial Energy as it circulated within Lufan's body before retracting it back.
There was no choice; Lufan's current condition was too dire, and Huang Lao had to be cautious. Otherwise, a jolt of Primordial Energy could potentially worsen the injuries.
After retracting the Primordial Energy, Huang Lao furrowed his brows and closed his eyes in deep thought, remaining silent for a long time.
The group dared not interrupt and could only feel anxious. Eventually, Uncle Fu grew impatient.
"Huang Lao, how is it? Can he be cured?"
Sighing, Huang Lao still wore a worried expression. "It's difficult, very difficult. Lufan's injuries are far more troublesome than I imagined."
This time, he didn't wait for everyone to ask; he spoke up about the reason himself.
"Just now, after a thorough examination, I found that Xiao Fan's condition is simply a mess. His vital energy is depleted, his foundation has been consumed, his meridians are completely severed, and his dantian is utterly empty, almost in shambles.
Any one of these injuries, if they occurred in another person, would be nearly fatal. Fortunately, Xiao Fan has reached a profound level and possesses immense willpower, allowing him to skillfully manage his condition and maintain a delicate balance. Additionally, there is still a pure primordial energy within him sustaining him; otherwise, his vital energy would have gone into chaos, leading to sudden death long ago.
But that's all there is to it. If he wants to take a step further—forget about recovering his cultivation; even healing his injuries can only be described as difficult! Difficult! Difficult!"
Huang Lao's three exclamations of "difficult" caused Duanmu Xue and the others to change their expressions drastically. They hadn't expected Lufan's situation to be so dire that even an Alchemist Master was at a loss. Who else could possibly save Lufan?
Even Uncle Fu's face looked somewhat grim.
"You brat have really gone too far this time; this is truly troublesome."
On the contrary, Lufan remained calm and asked, "Does 'difficult' mean there is still a way?"
The others' eyes lit up. Yes, Huang Lao only said it was difficult but didn't say there was no solution at all. So everyone's gaze shifted back to him.
Huang Lao looked at Lufan's composed demeanor and felt a bit of admiration. This young man's temperament is truly commendable. Most people would be shaken upon hearing they couldn't recover their cultivation—even Martial Arts Masters would find it hard to remain composed. Yet here he was, seemingly unfazed; one wonders how he cultivated such a mindset.
After stroking his beard and pondering for a moment, Huang Lao said, "There is indeed a way. If we can find a top-grade primordial medicine level Dragon's Blood Ginseng, I can refine a batch of Dragon Essence Pills that might improve Xiao Fan's injuries."
Uncle Fu immediately responded, "But where can we find Dragon's Blood Ginseng?"
"That's the problem. The rarity of Dragon's Blood Ginseng surpasses that of Golden Ginseng. It hasn't appeared for quite some time. To my knowledge, the last time was about ten years ago when the Silver Moon Sect obtained one; I don't know if they used it or not."
Uncle Fu paused, realizing there was no hope left. The current situation with the Silver Moon Sect likely meant they wished for Lufan to die immediately, so how could they possibly produce the Dragon's Blood Ginseng?
Huang Lao clearly understood this as well and sighed, "Without the Dragon's Blood Ginseng, even if I had a method to heal him, it would be futile. A skilled cook cannot make a meal without rice."
The others looked gloomy; was there really no way out?
"However," Huang Lao suddenly said, "there might still be one method."
"What method?" everyone asked in unison. The old man spoke in such a fragmented manner that it was infuriating.
"My abilities are limited, and I can't guarantee I can heal Xiaofan, but there is someone here whose skills surpass mine by an unknown degree. If he intervenes, Xiaofan's injuries might not be a major issue." Huang Lao pointed towards the courtyard.
Everyone realized that in their desperation, they had forgotten about their teacher. Their teacher had connections everywhere; if he intervened, Lufan's injuries would likely be treatable.
In an instant, all eyes turned to Uncle Fu.
Yet Uncle Fu did not show any signs of joy. Instead, a look of struggle appeared on his face, which puzzled everyone. Was there some difficulty involved?
Only Lufan understood; all along, the teacher had been indifferent towards him, letting things take their course. Even when faced with great difficulties, he would not offer assistance.
The teacher's meaning was clear: he would not easily lend a hand; one should solve their own problems.
Lufan also found it strange that Uncle Fu's hesitation seemed to carry some other reason behind it.
After hesitating for a while, Uncle Fu suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "Alright, I will go ask the Master right now!"
As he spoke, he walked towards the master's chamber, leaving a group of people exchanging glances.
Meanwhile, five mysterious figures wearing masks and dressed in black suddenly appeared in a hidden corner of Qingyang Academy.
"Dragon Lao, we are really going all out this time. I hope your information is reliable," a somewhat muffled voice said.
"My information is absolutely reliable. Do you think our sect leader would deliberately deceive me?" Dragon Lao replied irritably.
If it weren't for the fact that he was the only one from the sect to come this time, he wouldn't want to cooperate with these timid individuals. Even if they had achieved the rank of Master, their cautious nature was ingrained in them.
"Of course we trust your sect leader, but we still have some concerns. The Peerless Grandmaster is mysterious and powerful; who knows if the master has left any backup plans?"
Dragon Lao didn't know how to respond to this. He had never witnessed the extent of the Peerless Grandmaster's abilities. In their Silver Moon Sect, aside from a few elusive Grand Elders, even their sect leader remained stuck at the peak of Grandmaster and had not broken through that barrier.
Moreover, the descriptions of that realm in their texts were vague and unhelpful.
However, having reached this point, Dragon Lao couldn't back down and had to reassure them first.
"It is well known that the master practices pure martial arts, integrating spirit and body as one, rather than those strange techniques of talismans. What kind of backup could he possibly have? Besides, this isn't an important place. With Gong Laogui here, does the master really need to set up anything extra? Can he foresee our arrival?"
The four of them considered this reasoning; after all, no one could have anticipated their sudden appearance to abduct someone.
With that thought, their concerns finally dissipated.
Smiling Face Yama said with a grin, "Then it seems we'll have to trouble you, Dragon Lao, to hold off Gong Laogui for us. We four cannot withstand his Mountain-Settling Momentum, First Move, Mountain Shaking!"
"Of course, Gong Laogui's Mountain River Stance, First Move, Shaking the Mountain! is impressive, but my Desolate Dragon Art is no slouch either. Who's stronger? We'll have to fight to find out!"
Dragon Lao said with an arrogant tone, filled with confidence.
"Hehe, with you two Harmony Realm Masters going at it, Qingyang City is likely to be destroyed in no time. The tens of thousands of citizens here will probably suffer heavy casualties. Are you really willing to do that?"
Dragon Lao shot a cold glance: "What, do you still have some pity for the common people?"
"Hehe, this is your Silver Moon Sect's territory. If you don't care, why should we hesitate? It's just that if word gets out, it would tarnish your Silver Moon Sect's reputation."
They were joking; they were not kind-hearted individuals and had no such naive thoughts.
"Then that's settled. They're just a bunch of worthless commoners. If they die, so be it; there's nothing to regret. As long as we hide our identities well, who would know it was us? Let's get ready to act!"
Dragon Lao and the others communicated using a type of Secret Technique similar to sound transmission, so even if they didn't lower their voices, they weren't worried about being overheard.
...
In the small courtyard, Uncle Fu had just invited a man in white out of the side room. The man smiled and said, "Interesting, this little fellow has quite the courage."
Uncle Fu was taken aback for a moment before his expression changed suddenly as he sensed five powerful auras rising into the sky!
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